Splash!

Splash

I wanted to seize that ephemeral moment of a splash with my camera. So I picked up a seashell I had brought back home from the beach, threw it in my pool, and captured the splash. The whitish circle on the left of the photo is the seashell, which caused the ripples and now rests at the bottom of the pool. The helpless shell plunged into the saltless mass of water, which will have to adapt to the chorine and the tiles, represents the displacement experienced by someone thrust into another culture, who will have to adapt or die. The ripples are the memory of the journey…

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Memories, Light the Corners of my Mind…

I’d like to tell you all about a new activity I’ll be taking part in on my Blog, namely Lisa Reiter’s Bite Size Memoir Challenge, which she hosts on her Blog: Lisa Reiter, Sharing the Story.

The ‘Bite Size Memoir’ is a weekly record of memories based on a prompt proposed by Lisa.

There are two types of entries:

  • Ten ‘I remember’ statements, or
  • 150 words, in either a paragraph or a poem.

The deadline is every Thursday 2pm (BST)
Lisa will compile responses and share them on another post a week later.

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I think it’s a wonderful idea. It reminds me of the unforgettable film ‘The Way we Were’ and Barbara Striesand’s song:
Memories, light the corners of my mind…

In fact, memories take over reality, and as a famous Spanish author of the ‘Generation of 98′, Ramón del Valle Inclán, reminds us:

‘Nada es como es, sino como se recuerda’.
Loosely translated as: ‘Nothing is as it is, but as it is remembered’.

Once an event has occurred, and therefore belongs to the past, it has no real entity except through the way in which it is (re)interpreted from a present perspective. Sadly, another chimera. The present is such an ephemerons concept, that our perception is like a feather in the wind, each day it will fly to in a new corner of our memory…

Hence our minds reinterpret the past recreating new ever-changing memories which will make up new realities. That is the real challenge of this ‘blog challenge’: to run after a memory, trap it, and fix it in our minds by translating it into a few words, which will be make it permanent, for a while…

At least that’s what I’ll be trying to do as I take part in this weekly challenge. Would you like to join us? Please contact Lisa.

Rereading Rebecca by Daphne du Maurier

Rebecca is the second novel which turned me into an avid reader, and contributed to build the writer I am. Three protagonists; a plain nameless heroine, always in enigmatic, deceased Rebecca’s shadow, and an ambiguous hero, Max, who is both an ideal lover and a short-tempered, disturbed husband, make up the novel. However, there is a fourth character: Manderlay, the house where the three weave an intense and unforgettable story, which inevitably reminds us of Jane Eyre, the first book which made me the reader and writer I am.

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Last night I dreamt I went to Manderlay again…‘ are the unforgettable first lines to this spellbinding, classic novel, which draws us into the narrative right from the first word. The narrator is revisiting her home after its complete devastation, yet ‘Time could not wreck the perfect symmetry of those walls, nor the site itself, a jewel in the hollow of a hand.‘ It reminds me of Jane Eyre’s desperate return to Thornfield Hall, searching for her beloved Rochester, after hearing him call her in her across the moors. Jane was shocked to find ‘a blackened ruin.’ Later she saw the empty shell, ‘wandering round the shattered walls and through the devastated interior’. Manderlay and Thornfield both burnt down so that the second Mrs. Rochester and the second Mrs. de Winter could start again with their beloved, Edward and Max, respectively. Both fires burnt down the memories and physical representations of their husbands’ first wives: Bertha and Rebecca… But that will be the subject of another, literary entry. The rest of this post must be devoted to Rebecca.

The novel is told as a flashback. The nameless heroine and her husband, Max, are living in Europe, traveling from hotel to hotel, harboring memories of a beautiful home called Manderley. They are recovering from a great trauma which occurred as a result of the burning of Manderlay. Max’s wife, then tells the story of how they met in Monte Carlo, where she was working as a travel companion to a rich and snobbish lady. She describes herself in this way, ‘I can see myself now, memory spanning the years like a bridge, with straight, bobbed hair and youthful, unpowdered face, dressed in an ill-fitting coat and skirt and a jumper of my own creation, trailing in the wake of Mrs. Van Hopper like a shy, uneasy colt.’ Max unexpectedly proposed and her life changed completely.

When she arrived to Manderlay after their European honeymoon, she met the sinister Mrs. Danvers, housekeeper and Rebecca’s standard-bearer, ‘Someone advanced from the sea of faces, someone tall and gaunt, dressed in deep black, whose prominent cheek-bones and great, hollow eyes gave her a skull’s face, parchment-white, set on a skeleton’s frame.‘ She was there to remind her that she would never feel at home in Manderlay, because she would never be good enough. Or perhaps Mrs. Danvers is there to claim vengeance for Rebecca’s cold-blooded murder…?

The story takes another unexpected turn when the wreckage of Rebecca’s sailboat is found with Rebecca’s dead body in the hold. As a result, Max tells his wife that he didn’t love Rebecca, whom he describes as a malevolent person who had secret lovers, including her cousin, Jack Favell, ‘Our marriage was a farce from the very first. She was vicious, damnable, rotten through and through. We never loved each other, never had one moment of happiness together.’ On the night of her death, Maxim had demanded a divorce, and she had refused telling him she was pregnant with Favell’s child. As a result he tells his present wife, ‘I shot Rebecca in the cottage in the cove. I carried her body to the cabin, and took the boat out that night and sunk it there, where they found it today.’ This shocking confession is well-received by his wife, who is relieved that it means that there is still hope for their marriage.

Luckily, and due to his influence in local society, the coroner delivers a report of suicide, rather than murder, and his friend, the local magistrate, Colonel Julyan, rules her death as suicide because he discovers that Rebecca was dying of cancer. Max and his young bride conveniently convince themselves that Rebecca had provoked Max into killing her, because she wanted to die, and was unable to commit suicide herself.

We have a flawed hero and a collaborating heroine, who both destroy the first wife whom they consider an obstacle to their happiness and peace of mind. But Rebecca has a bittersweet ending. I believe Du Maurier is convinced that they have both behaved illicitly, and although they will not pay for their crime legally, they will pay for it morally by never finding happiness together.

As so often happens with great works of art, a rereading between the lines reveals another, unwritten story. Rebecca’s real story: the story of the ailing woman who was killed by her murderous husband, whose ghost will not allow him to be happy. The reader senses Max and the narrator will never find peace or enjoy a happy marriage after what has happened. They are both too flawed. Similarly, Jane Eyre and Mr. Rochester will not find peace after their treatment of Bertha Mason, whose presence will haunt them right into the 21st century and my novel All Hallows at Eyre Hall.

The power of this novel is the narrator’s ability to purposefully manipulate readers and convince them that Rebecca’s murder was justified, and that the murderers where innocent. In the same way that readers are convinced that Edward Rochester was a ‘good’ husband to the ‘wicked’ and ‘insane’ Bertha Mason. Readers see Max and Rochester in the eyes of women in love with them, but I am convinced both writers knew they were manipulating readers, while telling another story: Rebecca and Bertha’s implicit story.
Finally, it is not always that a film pays a just tribute to a novel, fortunately. this is the case with Rebecca. Hitchcock’s film is magnificent and brings accross faithfully, the tormented characters, and the surprising climax. Brilliantly directed and superbly interpreted. I never tire of watching it.

 

 

 

Another 5 Star Review!

The second review of All Hallows at Eyre Hall is also 5*****! I’m thrilled so far. It’s a boost to my morale and encouragement to a debut and at times ‘insecure’ Indie author. Thank you Roberta Pearce for a thorough and thoughtful review!

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Atlantic Sunrise. Theme: Early Morning

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I took this photo six years ago on the 1st of January some time between 7 and 8 o’clock in the morning. The sun had just risen over the horizon where the Atlantic Ocean embraces a group of tiny islands, anchored to the centre of the Earth by towering volanoes. It was the first day of a new year. A symbolic representation of a new beginning. The start of a a new life which ends every evening, as the sun slips through the groove which will open another, new day, in a distant land.

The sight is so beautiful I close my eyes and try to hear the Earth vibrating. I can smell the busy waves and taste the roaming breeze on my undressed skin.  The soothing sun melts my thoughts into foaming bubbles which dissolve in the edge. I’m on holiday. I can rush down to the beach and sink my feet in the sand, or roll into the water like a pebble. I could also stay and listen to the beauty of the early morning, take a picture, and write about it years later, because life begins every morning…

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Creative Altruism

 

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How I found the right path Blogfest

To celebrate her third blogiversary, Carrie Butler is hosting a blogfest about how authors have found their path. I’m happy to join the many other authors who are writing notes to themselves when they were first starting out on their journey. Thanks to Elizabeth Hein for letting me know about this Blogfest! Here is my note to myself.

Creative Altruism

Dear Luccia,

Don’t even try to do this alone.

I know you’ve been a writer all your life. Writing was fun and easy because you could please yourself! Intimate poems by the beach; an unshared short story on a train; a play never to be performed; unfinished novels surreptitiously scribbled during sleepless nights… Anyone can do that, and most people do, at some point in their lives.

Now you want to be a professional writer. You want to write novels which will be published. Not everyone is prepared to write for an unrestricted and unknown audience. It’s going to be a fascinating journey, but it’s a journey you can’t travel alone.

You are one of the thousands of authors who have taken the plunge into self-publishing or publishing independently, and you’re going to be the CEO of the whole process!

As well as support from friends and family, you will need beta readers, proof readers, a cover designer, formatting help, friends and support on social networks and publishing platforms, advice, encouragement, practical information, inspiration, and reviewers, among other invaluable people. You will have to pay for some of these services, but most of them will be supplied altruistically by the wonderful people you will be meeting along your journey into publishing.

Inspiration and altruism are very closely related and their interaction is mutually beneficial. Altruism means setting aside selfish desires and catering for others’ needs not expecting anything in return, although, believe me, you will receive much more than give because it will trigger off a positive chain of events for everyone involved. Your altruistic friends will inspire you, encourage you, and guide you along your path.

Inspiration and altruism will make you a better writer and most importantly a better person, because you will be inspired by the generosity of people who offer you their time and help. As well as your friends and family, you will meet, and often befriend, complete strangers who are willing to give you advice, help, and most importantly their time and their honest opinions.

When you started out, you thought the most challenging aspect of being a writer was actually writing a novel. Well, you soon found out it wasn’t. Writing a good novel is the most important thing a writer does, but it’s not the only thing, in fact, it’s the least time-consuming task self-published authors have to do. You will soon learn two important lessons; publishing is far more than writing a novel, and secondly, it is something that cannot be done alone.

You will need to be active on Goodreads where you will find invaluable advice and support in groups such as Indie Author Central, The Source, Beta Reader Group, and Making Connections.

You will also need ‘visibility’. You need to ‘exist’ as an author. In order to do so, you must have a presence in the virtual world, by means of social networks. Last but not least, you need to network with other authors for support, encouragement, motivation, and a sense of belonging to a group and a profession.

You will meet many wonderful and generous readers and authors in the coming years. People who are prepared to read other writer’s works in progress, advise them, encourage them, and help them along the long and lonely road all self-published authors must travel.

Nevertheless, this generosity needs to be more than reciprocal, you need to play it forward and assist others. You will learn that authors need to support each other with positive criticism, advice and encouragement across genres, genders and nationalities. The best way to do this is through online platforms such as blogs and other social networks. Take an interest in what other writers are doing and saying, be active and supportive, always. By practicing creative altruism, you’re supporting other authors, and you’re also supporting yourself and your profession.

If I haven’t convinced you yet, perhaps you’ll listen to Martin Luther King, Jr’s advice on the subject:

“Every man must decide whether he will walk in the light of creative altruism or in the darkness of destructive selfishness.”

Be generous, be supportive, and offer positive advice. It will bounce back! But remember to keep the ball rolling and play it forward…

Luccia Gray
Author of All Hallows at Eyre Hall. Volume I of The Eyre Hall Trilogy
Rereading Jane Eyre. Luccia Gray’s Literary Blog

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Jenny, Lady Lilith and Celine Varens: Artistic Representation of Prostitution in Victorian England in Dante Gabriel Rossetti and Charlotte Bronte’s Jane Eyre.

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The first manuscript of Dante Gabriel Rossetti’s poem Jenny was buried with his wife, Elizabeth Eleanor Siddal , in Highgate Cemetery, in London, and remained in her grave, reportedly in Siddal’s red hair, until it was exhumed six years later and redrafted several times, before it was finally published in 1869. The poem is a first person narration, or monologue, of a writer, who some critics have identified as Rossetti himself, describing the beautiful woman who is lying across his knees, while he gradually unfolds the reasons for the end of their relationship. It is and frank and sympathetic, albeit condescending and biased, account of Jenny, a prostitute in Victorian England.

Rossetti, the poet and the painter, was obsessed with the portrayal of stunning women. He searched for beautiful muses whom he painted, wrote about, married, and befriended, throughout his life. He was particularly infatuated by the biblical myth of Lilith, Adam’s first insubordinate wife. Shelley’s translation of Goethe’s Faust (lines 351-353) inspired both the portrait, Lady Lilith, and his long poem, Jenny.

FAUST: What is that yonder?
MEPHISTOPHELES: Mark her well. It is Lilith.
FAUST: Who?
MEPHISTOPHELES: Lilith, the first wife of Adam.
Beware of her fair hair, for she excels
All women in the magic of her locks;
And when she winds them round a young man’s neck,
She will not ever set him free again.

Rossetti’s Jenny and Lady Lilith are both portrayed as blue eyed and golden haired beauties. Both wear languid and lazy expressions on their perfect faces, and both were wicked women; Lilith was Adam’s headstrong first wife who left him rather than lie beneath him, before being replaced by meek, albeit naïve, Eve; Jenny is a prostitute whose main objective is emptying men’s pockets, and having fun.

The artistic representation of women in Victorian times, depicted them either as the ‘angel of the house’ or the ‘prostitute’. Prostitution was not illegal in Victorian England, but it was a social problem, as most prostitutes were orphans or underprivileged women, who could not live on the meagre wages earned. Prostitution was also a health problem, due to the venereal diseases which abounded.

According to the controversial Contagious Diseases Acts passed in 1864, 1866 and 1869, all prostitutes within a radius of army and military bases were required to register with the police and to monthly submit to an internal examination to verify whether or not they were diseased. If they were, they would be incarcerated in lock hospitals for up to nine months. Although the act was finally revoked in 1882, it was heavily contested, and many Victorian writers, such as Charles Dickens and Mrs. Gaskell were socially aware and active on this account.

According to critics, Rossetti’s poem was of the “fleshly school of poetry,” and much stigma came to be attached to Rossetti’s name as a result. Rossetti’s account is innovative in the sense that he represents the ‘fallen woman’ as a real and contented person, who is treated with caring and respect by the writer while they are together, although he finally abandons her in favour if the respectability and stability his conventional cousin represents.

Jenny contains representations of both extremes. Jenny herself represents the fallen woman, and the narrator’s cousin Nell, represents the angel. Jenny dreams of the money earned by her profession:

Poor shameful Jenny, full of grace
Thus with your head upon my knee;—
Whose person or whose purse may be
The lodestar of your reverie?
On the other hand, his cousin represents honesty and love:
My cousin Nell is fond of fun,
And fond of dress, and change, and praise,
So mere a woman in her ways:
And if her sweet eyes rich in youth
Are like her lips that tell the truth,
My cousin Nell is fond of love.
And she’s the girl I’m proudest of.

The narrator finally decides he must leave Jenny in order to consolidate his relationship with his cousin:

By a far gleam which I may near,
A dark path I can strive to clear.
Only one kiss. Good-bye, my dear.

Although Jenny is the subject of the poem, Jenny herself is silent throughout. In fact she is asleep, and therefore a passive agent, within the narrative. We are informed of her supposed feelings and opinions by the writer, who is clearly trying to justify his callous use and abuse of the compliant girl. Lady Lilith is equally absent, daydreaming into her mirror, perhaps imagining a future in which women are allowed a voice and a more active participation in society.

A contemporary reinterpretation of both Jenny and Lilith should take into account the following considerations. Both women are silenced by patriarchal conventions, and absent from any kind of explicit power. Lilith is lost in thoughts, staring into her own reflection, while Jenny is asleep, lost in her subconscious world. Yet both women fend for themselves, refusing to be a conventional wife and mother. Lilith’s refusal to lie beneath Adam, has become a symbol of resistance to patriarchal authority, and female independence, while Jenny is a survivor and determined to look after herself, on her own, in a man’s world.

Jane Eyre contains no mention directly to prostitutes or prostitution, although there are some allegedly ‘wicked’ or ‘undesirable’ women mentioned during Rochester’s stay abroad in France and Italy, including a reference to Adele’s mother, Celine Varens. Mlle Varens is also voiceless in Charlotte Bronte’s novel. It is Rochester who describes her behaviour and justifies his womanising by telling Jane how he was ‘innocently’ led and fooled by her:

“I installed her in an hotel; gave her a complete establishment of servants, a carriage, cashmeres, diamonds, dentelles, etc. In short, I began the process of ruining myself in the received style, like any other spoony.”

Following the conventions of the time, after Rochester’s marriage proposal, Jane Eyre makes it clear to Rochester that she is prepared to be his wife, but not his prostitute:

“I only want an easy mind, sir; not crushed by crowded obligations. Do you remember what you said of Celine Varens?— of the diamonds, the cashmeres you gave her? I will not be your English Celine Varens. I shall continue to act as Adele’s governess; by that I shall earn my board and lodging, and thirty pounds a year besides. I’ll furnish my own wardrobe out of that money, and you shall give me nothing but—”
“Well, but what?”
“Your regard; and if I give you mine in return, that debt will be quit.”

Jane is proposing another alternative to the ‘angel’ or ‘fallen woman’ dichotomy. She is proposing the ‘working wife’ who is her husband’s equal regardless of her financial capacity. Jane wants to be Rochester’s wife and his equal, as she claims throughout the novel, not his submissive or inferior. The novel does indeed end on this note of equality. Jane inherits a plentiful sum from her uncle, which will allow her to have financial independence from in her husband, leading to equality in their marriage.

All Hallows at Eyre Hall’, on the other hand, does directly approach the topic of prostitution with reference to various characters in the novel, including Mr. Rochester. One of the narrators, Jenny Rosset, who is based on Rossetti’s Jenny/Lilith, is, in fact, a prostitute, who is directly related to two of the main characters in the novel; Michael and Mr. Mason. Jenny, is a character to look out for. She is far more important than she appears. Both Jenny and her offspring will have an even greater part in books 2 and 3 of the Eyre Hall Trilogy.

On the other hand, Celine Varens, Adele’s mother, who is living in Venice with her latest lover, is referred to in the first volume, and she will reappear in volume II, Twelfth Night at Eyre Hall, when Adele travels to Italy to meet her mother, whom she believed dead, one last time. Jenny Rosset and Celine Varens represent two different types of Victorian ‘fallen woman’, whose intentions, feelings, needs and desires will be reappraised throughout the trilogy from a contemporary perspective. Jane Eyre herself, as I would have expected, is actively involved in improving the lives of her contemporaries.

More information on the Dante Gabriel Rossetti Archive and Rossetti’s paintings worldwide

 

 

My First 5***** Review of All Hallows at Eyre Hall (Eyre Hall Trilogy, #1)

Check out this book on Goodreads: All Hallows at Eyre Hall (Eyre Hall Trilogy, #1) http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/22035815-all-hallows-at-eyre-hall
My first review on Goodreads! 5★★★★★! and Amazon

Thanks you Tina Williams for such an encouraging and enthusiastic review!

Hit Publish!

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All Hallows at Eyre Hall is now live on Amazon worldwide. Check it out. Read the blurb/description. Look inside and read the first chapter. If you’d like to read the rest of the novel, let me know, there are five complimentary copies available! I’d love to hear from you! Contact me on Goodreads, or Facebook.

Passing On The Baton!

Passing The Baton

I’ve been fortunate enough to receive the Baton for this incredible Blog Hop from the gifted author Elizabeth Hein. Thank you so much for tagging me on! I’m thrilled to be part of this exciting virtual and literary event, carry this Baton, and pass it on to three other fellow authors.

I read Elizabeth’s first novel Overlook which I highly recommend, especially if you enjoy well-written and inspiring contemporary women’s fiction, when it was published last year (see my Goodreads review). Elizabeth is now working on her third novel, The House (this is still a working title), because her second novel How To Climb the Eifel Tower, which I can’t wait to read, is about to be published very soon. Please check out her Blog and find her on Facebook and Goodreads.

E. Hein

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Here are my answers to the five questions all the participants have answered:

What am I working on? – I’m working on The Eyre Hall Trilogy. The first novel in the Trilogy, All Hallows at Eyre Hall will be available on Amazon, very soon. I’m also finishing the second installment, Twelfth Night at Eyre Hall, which will be published this autumn. The final volume, May Moon at Eyre Hall will be out in spring, 2015.

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How does my work differ from others in this genre? – All Hallows is a neo-Victorian Gothic Romance. It has all the classic elements in this kind of story: Eyre Hall itself is one of the characters in the novel, breathing life into the characters and events; it has a nasty villain; a helpless young girl; a young and impulsive hero; and there are supernatural elements, too. However, the novel will appeal to contemporary readers because it is fast paced, taking place over a ten-day period, and it is presented as a fragmented narrative driven by first person narration of the characters who are absorbed within the walls of Eyre Hall, which is an extension of Thornfield Hall. The heroine is not a young innocent girl, and the hero is not a powerful and rich Gothic hero. The character which brings the events together is the mature Jane Eyre Rochester, and the hero is a young and tormented valet. I have incorporated elements of the 20th century novel, Wide Sargasso Sea, which recreates the previously untold story of Bertha Mason, the madwoman in the attic. Bertha is, once more, one of the main characters in my novel, thanks to her daughter, Annette Mason.

Why do I write what I write?

I write, and I’ve been writing since I was a teenager, because I need to express myself creatively. I love reading, and I can’t sing or paint or dance, so I write, mostly prose, but also poetry, mostly in English, but sometimes in Spanish.

I have loved Victorian literature since I was a young teenager and our English teacher, Sister Catherine, used to read to us on Friday afternoons. It was my favourite time of the week. I’ll never forget The Moonstone and The Lady in White. Then I read the novels by Jane Austen, the Bronte sisters, Mary Shelley, Charles Dickens, George Elliot, and Thomas Hardy, etc. I now spend a great deal of time rediscovering and rereading these great works, which have haunted my imagination since I was practically a child.

I enjoy writing about Victorian times. I appreciate the distance these novels allow me to place between myself and my writing. I abandon myself completely and enter another world when I write historical fiction. I find it almost as enjoyable as reading Victorian literature!

How does your writing process work? I honestly can’t pin-point where the initial idea for my novels springs from, but I’d say it’s a very complex creative process, in which what I’ve read, experienced, thought about, and felt, mingles and grows into an original entity of its own, which is usually an idea I need to express, or an argument I need to make. In this case, I wanted to surface the story between the lines in Jane Eyre, relying heavily on Jean Rhys’s recreation of Bertha Mason Rochester’s life in Wide Sargasso Sea. I wanted both women to meet and work together. As Bertha was dead, I created her daughter, Annette, whose life will be inexorably bound to Jane’s, in a surprising symbiosis.

When I write, I ‘see’ the characters and events in spurts and jot them down. Sometimes it’s just a conversation, or a short episode, which I elaborate on later. I prefer using my laptop because I write faster, and I can insert and delete more quickly and less messily. I go with the flow, and let the characters speak and act freely, and I think about them a lot. I go for long walks, or sit in the garden and think, and write without a specific plan. I often become so obsessed I dream about my characters. Gradually the novel begins to take shape, and the whole novel flashes through my mind. Then I plan, making careful hand-written notes. My plan is a guideline and changes often, but having one keeps me focused and working.

For this particular trilogy I’ve had to do a lot of groundwork and research before and while I was writing. As well as carefully rereading Jane Eyre and Wide Saggasso Sea, I’ve also gained general inspiration from Wuthering Heights, Hard Times, Oliver Twist, The Haunted Hotel, and Persuasion. I’ve enjoyed reading letters by the Bronte’s and Charles Dickens, and poems by the Brownings, and Tennyson. I wanted to write about the uses and effects of laudanum, so I read The Confessions of an English Opium Eater, which is invaluable first-hand experience of this popular 19th century drug. The long poem, Jenny, by Dante Gabriel Rossetti, was my inspiration for the character, Jenny Rosset. I also had to research practical daily matters such as Victorian funeral customs, cooking, clothes, and furniture, etc. I used Victorian books such as: Mrs. Beaton’s Housekeeping Book, and contemporary accounts such as, What Jane Austen Ate and Charles Dickens Knew.

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The next stage in this relay is to pass the baton on to the next authors. I’d like to introduce you to Roberta Pearce, Katerina Baker, and Fran Clark, who will be posting their answers next week and passing on the Baton, too. These three authors have very different themes and styles, but they have produced enjoyable and well written novels. Roberta’s prose is precise and concise. She writes romantic novels with strong heroines. Here’s my review of A Bird Without Wings, while Katerina weaves intricate and contemporary plots into her romanticnarrative. Here’s my review of How I Became a $py. Fran is a fresh new literary voice, who has written a first inspiring novel on the immigrant experience, and interpersonal and family relations, Holding Paradise, which I’m reading at the moment. It is the fragmented story of mother and daughter, masterfully handled with flashbacks between London and the Caribbean. It’s a flowing and beautiful read so far, look out for the review I’ll be posting as soon as I finish reading. Please check out their blogs and keep your eyes open for their books.

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Katerina Baker has always loved romance. Even before that story that flashed in front of her eyes on an empty trading floor, she’s been a believer that written words can move mountains. Her first novel, The Day I Became a $py, was born on the trading floor. She saw a flash of something . . . maybe a woman’s heel? A secret meeting being held on the staircase? An FBI agent posing as a mailman? Whatever it was, her mind was already busy forming an intricate explanation. She started writing, and her life would never be the same. For information on Katerina’s work, please visit her website: KaterinaBaker.com and her blog http://katerinabaker1.blogspot.com.es/

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About Roberta Pearce

Roberta’s last novel, A Bird Without Wings, is enjoying glowing reviews while she procrastinates over final edits for her next novel, The Value of Vulnerability – a tale of a nice girl who makes the mistake of falling for a sociopath [that’s sociopath, not psychopath!]. In her spare time, she blogs about writing; her pedantry over formal style; and sometimes her own books. Her ebooks are available at online retailers, including Smashwords, Amazon, and  Barnes & Noble. Find her on Goodreads, follow her on Twitter, and friend her on Facebook!

 

Roberta blogs about writing; her pedantry over formal style; and sometimes her own books. Her ebooks are available at online retailers, including Smashwords, Amazon, and  Barnes & Noble.

Find her on Goodreads, follow her on Twitter, and friend her on Facebook!

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Fran Clark was born and currently lives in West London. Her first novel, Holding Paradise, is published in 2014 by Indigo Dreams Publishing. Fran is studying for a Creative Writing MA at Brunel University. A professional-singer songwriter and vocal coach, she recently released her second album of original songs. She is now working towards the completion of her second novel. Find out more about her on her webpage: www.franclark.co.uk and her Blog: http://franclark.blogspot.com.es/

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